I must take back what I said about goat woman, my passport made it safely to Toronto. It's what happened there that makes my intestines boil with rage. Cursed consulate! To the last, I grapple with thee; from hell's heart, I stab at thee; for hate's sake, I spit my last breath at thee! I pile upon the consul's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by my whole race from Adam down; and then, as if my chest were a mortar, I burst my hot heart's shell upon it! And other hateful things from Moby Dick! But not literally.

Because I am not returning to Canada, the Italian consulate in Toronto will not process my application for a work permit. It seems it must be done through Melbourne. The brilliant advice of the lady in Toronto was that I return to Melbourne to do this. I declined. I must now wait until Monday to ring Melbourne. This may not be so annoying if time were not becoming pressing.

I think I shall thus round out my Australia Day as it was intended. Lots of beer.

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well your passports first solo venture how nerve racking i remember when i misplaced mine and the panic that then ensued. But i am glad it was returned safely and like all good parents world wide you can sleep soundly again knowing your precious baby is at rest in the same house as you. Good Luck for when you call melbourne